S is a very nice woman. She is. She makes allu posto, opens rum bottles with nail cutters AND has red curtains. I mean really, what else do you want? But there is a thorn between us now. And its a pack of Will's Silk Cuts.
But I get ahead of myself. A little backtracking will help. I am broke and thus it falls on her to buy the pack of smokes. She goes for the aforementioned Silk Cuts. I pout and demand my regular Gold Flakes instead. She pats me with the air of the very wise and says, "this has got a white filter."
I am unimpressed.
"The tobacco smells better."
I am sold. Anything that smells better does it for me in most instances. So here I am, being unfaithful to my blonde originals, sucking at their pale cousins instead. These pathetic, sissy excuses for cigarettes that do their tribe an injustice by even existing.
S shall pay ofcourse. Someday I shall switch the allu in her posto with kochu.